Heresy

Where then is PelorThe Everlasting SummerThe Brilliant Morningstar?The way before me is desolateAnd harsh winter winds chill my bonesYet his shining face is far from me

And what of BahamutThe Great Platinum DragonMighty Shield of Justice?My enemies are countless in numberTheir wickedness is without boundYet I stand naked before them

The world is a testament to emptinessLong departed are the gods of our fathersOr else they stand watch without pityKeeping vigil without compassionOr perhaps their eyes are dull from much drinkTheir cups brimming with the blood of our children